Chapter 503 "His" Story (Part 1)

After a long time, Huan Yin gradually recovered from his excitement and shock. If he had only guessed about the origin of the Bixi magic weapon before, now that the magic weapon has been completely integrated into his body, he no longer has any doubts about it.

The one who created this magic weapon must be the Wuliang Venerable who is regarded as a legend by many powerful monks, the Wuliang Sect ancestor who once dominated the Three Realms and was invincible in the Three Realms!

After a gentle breath, Huan Yin took a brief look at his body, and then touched the mountain mark printed on his forehead.

"It's a spiritual weapon, the ancestor's spiritual weapon..." Huan Yin murmured in a voice that only he could hear. He still felt a little dazed and didn't believe that he actually got a magic weapon from the hands of the ancestor.

Huan Yin couldn't imagine the power of this magic weapon. After all, it was from the hands of the strongest person in the Three Realms. This alone might be enough to make this treasure among the top five in the Three Realms, or even the strongest.

Moreover, after Huan Yin's careful investigation, he found that this treasure was actually a spiritual weapon. A spiritual weapon is an extraordinary magic weapon that can coexist with a cultivator and grow with a cultivator. In this way, if this treasure has been with Huan Yin, then Huan Yin is cultivating the infinite way, and this treasure should also have infinite potential!

"I'm afraid that in the eyes of the ancestor, magic weapons that are not spiritual weapons are not worthy of the infinite way." Huan Yin smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. The ancestor's requirements for magic weapons are really beyond his imagination.

Slowly coming back to his senses, Huan Yin found that there was a constant "woohoo" sound coming into his ears beside him, which was made by the old man Bixi.

After a pause, Huan Yin smiled awkwardly and looked at the crack beside him. He said very embarrassedly: "Well... I'm sorry, I forgot about you."

Having obtained the mountain magic weapon of the ancestor, Huan Yin was almost certain that Bixi was a friend rather than an enemy, so he naturally felt very sorry for keeping him under the mountain for so long.

"Don't... apologize... let... let me go..." Bixi's old voice came out of the crack with heavy breathing and extremely unhappy emotions.

Huan Yin discovered the key to the problem. Feeling ashamed, he quickly surged with spiritual power, stretched out his hand and gently waved it, and the ten towering mountains in front of him disappeared silently in the air.

Huan Yin quickly leaned forward and kept digging at the place where the mountain had been pressed before, lifting up a large piece of soil and plant remains. It was not until some tattered strips of cloth appeared in front of his eyes that his face turned red and he hurried to pull the arm covered by the cloth.

Now Bixi has restored to the appearance of the old man, but most of his body is buried in the ground, and there is not even a complete piece of clothing on his body, and the exposed skin is full of scars and blood.

"Old senior, I am Huanyin. What happened before was my junior... I was reckless." Huanyin slowly pulled the old man out of the soil and apologized very embarrassedly.

After a lot of effort, the old man's upper body was finally freed from the shackles of the soil. With a dirty face, he slapped Huanyin fiercely, and then he coughed heavily. Every time he coughed, a lot of dirt and dust sprayed out of his mouth and nose, which looked very funny. If he didn't look a little miserable at the moment, Huanyin would really laugh out loud.

He coughed for a long time, and when Bixi finally expelled the mud that blocked his breathing, he began to breathe heavily. He was pressed under ten mountains before, so he was naturally injured. However, with his ability, it was unlikely that he would be crushed to death. However, he had difficulty breathing in the field before, and almost suffocated to death. If not, he would not be unable to speak.

After a long pause, when Bixi finally felt better, at least he had some strength, the first thing he did was to throw away Huanyin's hand, patted his muddy shoulder heavily, and said unhappily: "I didn't recognize the great man, and I deserved it!"

Huanyin scratched his head embarrassedly, stepped aside two steps, and respectfully made a "please" gesture, indicating that Bixi should come out first.

Bixi struggled in the soil for a few times, and tried to free his lower body from the soil. Then, he took two steps forward with the soil and broken pieces all over his body, staggered out of the ground, and stood on the ground.

Seeing Bixi's embarrassed and struggling appearance, Huanyin wanted to go forward to support Bixi, but Bixi still had no intention of accepting the favor. After exhaling a few times, Bixi seemed to feel that his condition was really bad, and he simply sat down on the ground, leaving Huanyin somewhat at a loss.

After smiling awkwardly, Huanyin sat down opposite Bixi. Bixi looked at the young man opposite him and said for no reason: "How could his successor look like you?"

Huan Yin was startled, then his expression became serious and he said: "Senior, I was rude before. May I ask if the 'he' you mentioned is the founder of Wuliangmen? May I ask his name?"

Sighing helplessly, Bixi said in his old voice: "I don't know his name, nor do I know his identity. However, that senior has done me a favor, otherwise I would not be waiting for you here."

Huan Yin originally thought that he would know the name of his ancestor today, but he didn't expect that he would not know the name of his ancestor. He was a little disappointed. However, even a spiritual beast like Bixi, who has lived for who knows how many years, actually calls his ancestor "senior". This shows how long ago the ancestor lived. In the end, Huan Yin could only ask in confusion: "Senior, did the Patriarch ask you to wait for me here?"

Biyi looked at Huan Yin noncommittally and said with emotion: "Stop asking, I'll tell you a story."

"A long time ago, I remember that I was probably less than five hundred years old at that time. By chance, and because I was naughty at the time, I went from the heaven to the human world. There are many peaks in the human world, so I looked at those peaks. I became the object of my own challenges, constantly trying to lift every mountain I saw, in order to exercise my strength and let myself grow.”

"At that time, there were not many people in the human world, so even if I made a big noise, it didn't affect too many people at first. However, the more mountains I lifted, the more I wanted to carry them. More. I still remember that I had a great ambition at that time, which was to lift every mountain in the human world to achieve enlightenment and then return to the heaven. But in fact, I would lift every mountain and let it leave the earth. Cutting off its roots and cutting off its veins actually destroys the mountain."

"When I was young, I didn't think so much, so I destroyed more and more mountains in the human world. Later, monks from the human world slowly began to jump out to stop me, but as a celestial spirit beast, I In that barbaric era when the cultivation of monks in the human world was not very high, how many people could beat me?"

"As for persuasion, at that time I had been completely blinded by the challenge of the so-called human world mountain, so naturally I would not listen to anyone's advice."

Having said this, the color of memories on Bixi's old face became more and more intense. He looked at Huan Yin, as if he was looking for the source of the memories, and then he sighed heavily and murmured: "Until one day, I met When it comes to him..."

"I remember that when I met him, it was on the banks of the Qingchuan River. The reason why my world is like this is actually a complete copy of the environment where I met him at that time. I still remember that time This place is basically deep in the mountains and old forests, a deserted place, and there is no one around. But at that time, he appeared suddenly, wearing a white Taoist robe, with a long sword at his side, and walked towards me with a smile. "

"At that time, I never thought that I could meet anyone in a place like this, but in my eyes, he was probably just a person who didn't have the foresight to stop me."

"At first I didn't even look at him, I just looked at the five peaks in the distance that seemed to be connected together, and wanted to carry them on my back together to prove my strength. But he quickly He stood in front of me and blocked my way."

"I remember it was him who took the initiative to speak. He said that he knew what I was going to do, but the five peaks not far away were too heavy. If I rashly carried them, I would just crush myself to death. It would not be possible at all. There is no hope of carrying it."

"Of course I didn't believe what he said, and I had no intention of paying attention to him, so I was going to bypass him and walk towards the mountain. But he stopped me again, saying that there happened to be five mountain peaks there, and I couldn't even reach one of them. I can’t carry it. If I don’t believe it, he can show me those mountains.”

"I remember that I thought the person in front of me was ridiculous. A mere monk dared to claim to own the mountain peaks. However, he quickly grabbed the five peaks in the distance. In my eyes, his big hand There was a flash of golden light, and the five peaks in the distance swayed together. The shaking was extremely strange, because I knew clearly that the peaks were standing on the ground and there was no way they could shake, but at that moment the peaks seemed to have souls. , its illusory shadow suddenly appeared, and then there was shaking. "

"Then, I saw those illusory mountain shadows break away from the mountain peaks. They completely maintained the appearance of the original mountain peaks, without even the slightest difference, and just flew towards the palm of his hand. Those illusory mountain shadows flew towards the palm of his hand. The shadow became smaller and smaller, but became more and more solid, until it floated on the palm of his hand, it already looked like the one I gave you just now..."